Practically unchanged by mankind, filled with wildlife, the woods offer respite from the daily grind.
Recently my husband and I had the opportunity to take a walk in the woods and take in it’s winter beauty.
Here nature is in control. The paths through the woods are made only by deer and other wildlife or washes where water from recent rains flows freely for a time and then dries up.
Here sound is almost non-existent, peppered only with the melodic singing of the birds and the occasional cry of a much more distant animal. We heard the cry of a bobcat in the distance.
Here there is beauty. A few burnt sienna leaves still clung to the trees and twinkled in the sunlight, contrasting with the bright blue sky. The lacy patterns of lichen dressed up the bark on the trees.
Here there is peace.
Much like the dry creek, which fills with life-sustaining water from recent rains and washes through the land, the woods fill us with the sights and sounds of nature and simply wash away the cares of everyday life.
And as fast as the water flows through the land, we also are renewed.